Traffic lights absolving pedestrians’ haste Genuflecting off curbs Against the red and green commands. Doing penance for their pace Unaware of a descending October evening Darkening red bricks Littered with damp leaves Causing tires and feet to slip. Workdays… Read More ›
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Dumping Down America
But wait! Have you seen the commercial for selling recipes for Dump Dinners and Dump Deserts? Make no mistake, this is a very hot marketing trend. Were you excited to see the lady throwing food in one pan and… Read More ›
Small Towns, Big Hearts
Today, it seems we Americans are gawkers. We have stumbled on this wreck of our leadership, the economy, lack of secure boarders, growing poverty, unemployment, inept Obamacare, the mismanagement of leaving Iraq and Afghanistan, and worry about the future. As… Read More ›
A Most Dangerous Game
This weekend The EL is off to the oldest City in America. I was invited to read my work before the elite Garden and Book Club of St. Augustine, Florida as part of their new endeavor to promote new writers… Read More ›
She Dated E.E. Cummings
Women are punctuations of grammar. A flowing dress moving along a sidewalk will always need a period, comma, or question mark. The sight of the hem of her slip, disorder among the breeze, or without a slip revealed by the… Read More ›
Dangerous Paleface
Bob Hope did a movie entitled “Son of Paleface,” about a northern city-slicker, graduate of Harvard, who went out west for the first time and entered a tough, western town on a miniature donkey. There is an establishment known… Read More ›
Naked Catholic School Girls Loved My Quill Pen… Now there is only Microsoft Word
Microsoft Word quit working on my computer and I began considering my options while trying to fix the cause. My God, would I have to go back to pen and paper? Since I’ve started writing again, I don’t use a… Read More ›
EL BROOKMAN and The Search For The Perfect Meatball Tour 2014
My great search for the perfect meatball begins. Since my Italian mother’s passing in 1994, I realized that my grief for the loss of her sauce (gravy) and those round mounds of moist meat laced with seasonings and bits of… Read More ›
Bless Me Father For I Have Sinned
The name of the church was Mt. Calvary. Everything about it was a reminder and memorial to what took place at Calvary, a site immediately outside Jerusalem’s walls where Jesus was said to be crucified. Also known as Golgotha in… Read More ›
Why Are “Women Dump Cooks” So Mad At EL BROOKMAN?
What I am about to tell you is shocking. I do want all of you to know I am safe and can handle myself as well as any caged writer. My views are off the charts on my blog because… Read More ›
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